Isaac’s POV

Standing at the edge of the stadium’s control booth, my glasses reflected the pulsing lights of the court below. The deafening chants of the crowd below felt distant like static in my head. Tapping lightly on my console, I commanded a swarm of drones to hover above the arena.

Ryan had told me he'd be there in minutes, which was impossible by car or flight, so that left me with one conclusion. He was flying himself here.

That headache.

As expected, ...